The two figures stopped outside the cave and called out respectfully.
No sooner had their voices fallen than a figure shrouded in black robes emerged from the depths of the dark cave.
His attire bore a certain resemblance to that of the Soul Hall.
"The death aura within the mountains has grown somewhat thin lately," the Tomb Master said hoarsely.
"Send disciples out to capture more people and bury them alive, to replenish what has been consumed."
"Yes, Tomb Master."
The two elders immediately bowed in response.
"Mm."
The Tomb Master gave a slight nod and turned to walk back into the cave.
"Jie jie!"
"Ah—!"
"Ahhh—!"
However, before he had taken more than a few steps, strange, sinister laughter mixed with piercing screams suddenly echoed from behind him.
"Who's there?!"
Startled, the Tomb Master spun around. To his horror, he saw two figures concealed within black mist, each with a hand placed atop the heads of the two elders.
It was as though they were forcibly extracting something.
Between the two mysterious figures stood a young man whose aura was completely concealed, impossible to read.
"Who are you people?! Why are you attacking my Black Skull Tomb elders?!" the Tomb Master shouted.
At that moment, the death of Fan Lao flashed through his mind, and fear crept onto his face.
"Jie jie! Your turn will come soon enough."
Protector Jiu let out a sinister laugh and yanked forcefully.
Half of the soul of one of the elders was torn straight out of his body.
Hearing that eerie laughter and witnessing the soul-extraction, the Tomb Master felt his scalp go numb.
"Fan Lao was a five-star Dou Huang, ranked fifth on the Black List, and even he was killed… If these people truly annihilated the Blood Sect, can I possibly survive?"
That thought barely finished forming before his legs instinctively tried to flee.
But at that very moment, a ghostlike figure appeared behind him.
It was Yao Chen.
A palm slammed down onto the Tomb Master's forehead.
With that strike, his head rang violently, and his consciousness nearly collapsed.
At the same time, a terrifying suction force surged from Yao Chen's palm.
"Ahhh—!"
"What's happening?!"
"That scream came from the Tomb Master's direction!"
The agonized cries rang out once more, finally drawing the attention of many Black Skull Tomb disciples who were cultivating in seclusion throughout the mountains.
After Yao Chen finished extracting the Tomb Master's soul, Ye Chen spoke calmly, his tone utterly indifferent:
"Begin. Leave no one alive."
"Yes, Master!"
Excitement flashed across the faces of Yao Chen and Protector Jiu.
In the next instant, both transformed into surging black mist and rushed toward the oncoming Black Skull Tomb disciples.
Before long, waves of shrill screams echoed throughout the mountain range.
The screams continued for over an hour before finally fading into complete silence.
That night, Black Skull Ridge truly became a land of death...no living soul remained.
As before, news of the Black Skull Tomb's annihilation spread throughout the Black Angle Region by the very next day.
The consecutive extermination of the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb cast a heavy shadow over nearby factions.
Leaders whose strength did not compare to Fan Lao or the Black Skull Tomb Master lived in constant fear, uneasy day and night, terrified that this mysterious force would come for them next.
Some of the weaker factions had already begun holding secret discussions, planning to band together for mutual protection, hoping to prevent their own sudden annihilation.
Outside the sprawling mountain range of the Inner Court of Jia Nan Academy lay a city known as Maple City.
The city was not large, yet it held an exceptionally high status within the Black Angle Region....because the Medicine Emperor, Han Feng, resided there.
As the acknowledged number-one alchemist of the Black Angle Region, Han Feng, a peak sixth-grade alchemist, commanded immense respect among countless factions and experts.
Though a sixth-grade alchemist might not stand out across the entire continent, within the northwestern lands.....especially the Black Angle Region—such a figure was exceedingly rare.
Even Dou Huangs and ordinary Dou Zong experts would treat him with considerable courtesy.
After all, everyone knew what kind of terrifying influence a peak sixth-grade alchemist possessed.
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